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memories have
been dormant for a long time, they’re coming back to you now. Tell us about
your sister. Elsa’s a lovely name.”
    Jenny
nodded and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. “Grace, did you find
my website? I left everything to Elsa in my will, she must be running it now.”
    Grace
said, “Your website isn’t live any more. Maybe Elsa set one up on her own, in
her own name. I’ll check.” A few minutes later she said, “No, sorry, I can’t
find anything for Elsa Lorrimer. She could have got married, or set up a site
in a completely different name.”
    Jenny
frowned. “That’s possible, although, how can I put this politely? Elsa isn’t
the most intelligent …”
    “Three
sandwiches short of a picnic?” Pearl added helpfully. “Not the sharpest knife
in the drawer? Fell out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way
down?”
    Jenny
winced. “She’s not that bad. She’s very trusting, and gullible. She’s got a
heart of gold and I love her to pieces.” She hesitated. “Despite forgetting
about her until now.”
    Grace
said, “Did she work with you?”
    Jenny
nodded. “When I finished university, I got a job with a top party planner, or
event coordinator as she liked to be known, in Manchester. We had some amazing
clients, they had a lot of money to spend. One client spent a million pounds on
his wedding! That was quite a day.”
    Pearl
sniffed in disgust. “More money than sense.”
    Jenny
went on, “Elsa didn’t go to university. She loved working with flowers and got
a job at a local floristry. She was happy there.” Jenny looked down at the
table. “Then something terrible happened. My parents died in a car accident.”
    A
tiny gasp escaped from Grace but she didn’t say anything.
    Jenny’s
head shot up. She studied Grace for a moment, her look softened. “Oh, Grace,
I’m sorry. The same thing happened to you, didn’t it?”
    Grace
nodded, unable to speak.
    Jenny
said, “I had to leave Manchester, I had to look after Elsa. She was only
eighteen when Mum and Dad died. I didn’t mind. I had some good references by
then and it didn’t take me long to set up my own business. And I convinced Elsa
to work with me. The owner of the florist shop wasn’t paying much. Elsa didn’t
mind but I did.” Jenny smiled. “It was wonderful, us two working together. Elsa
had a magic touch when it came to the floral designs.”
    “Where
could Elsa be now?” Grace said. “Do you think she went back to work for the
florist?”
    “It’s
possible. I …” Jenny froze as Frankie came into the kitchen.
    Frankie
beamed at Grace. “What a night!”
    Pearl
muttered an obscenity.
    Grace
held her hand up. “I don’t want the details.”
    Frankie
grinned. “Good, because I’m not going to tell you. Have we got any flowers
hanging about?”
    “No,
why?”
    “I’m
meeting Beth for lunch. I wanted to get her some flowers. That’s what you do,
isn’t it?” He looked around the kitchen. “Are you sure we haven’t got any? Have
you got some at home?”
    “Flowers
don’t just magically appear,” Grace pointed out. She stood up. “But I shall go
out and buy some for you.”
    “Really?
Thanks Grace.” Frankie lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit. “I could do with
a quick shower. Get some roses, that’s what women like. Ta.” He left the kitchen,
humming to himself.
    “That
boy …” Pearl began, waving her fist towards the door.
    Grace
said, “Going out for flowers gives me a good excuse to start looking for Elsa.
Jenny, do you want to come with me? If you do, I’ll need the headset.”
    “Of
course. I can remember where the florist is.” She stood up and started writing
something on her clipboard.
    Pearl
stood up and followed Grace over to the cleaning cupboard. Pearl quietly said,
“Do you think Elsa might have killed Jenny?”
    Grace
whispered, “It’s a possibility.” She reached for the headset and closed the
cupboard back up.
    Pearl
touched Grace’s